Jared Leto was not the kind of john I would usually pick up. He wasn't a john for anybody at all. He was just standing in the alleyway, trying casually to look this way and that. He shook his head at me.

"Move on, sweetheart."

"But you're all alone..."

"Leave..."

"I haven't eaten in three days!"

He stared at me for a moment, then sighed and reached in his coat for his wallet. Before he could get any money out, we heard footsteps coming down the alleyway.

"Jack?" Jared Leto asked.

"No."

Jared Leto's eyes widened, and he stumbled backward, throwing me on the ground behind him.

"Who's she?" This voice was a woman's, strangely familiar.

"She's nobody. Leave her alone."

"No witnesses."

"She's a NOBODY!"

Jared Leto took a pistol from his jacket, and there was a bang, but it was Jared Leto who gave an angry cry and dropped down on his knees. He didn't get a chance to raise his weapon again before another rang out, and he landed on the pavement beside me, skull cracked.

The woman who had shot him walked forward, high heels clomping on the pavement. I pulled myself up to try and look at her, but she kicked me in the jaw and sent me sprawling.

I realized who it was the instant the bullet crashed into my skull, sending bone and brains all over the alleyway. There were two women. They were talking while snapping their gum. After the last gunshot but before the roaring silence, one of them said into the darkness; "we actually killed them. That's hot."